Sunday, February 24, 2013

City of Angels

I stood at the dust laced window of my hotel room languidly smoking a
cigarette. The sun shifted into late afternoon and bathed the ominous
skyscrapers of skid row in a sickly yellow tint.

From the next room, I heard a
series of dull thumps and a loud bang against the wall.

“You want that? Huh? Fucking,
bitch! You do as I say, when I say!”

“Ow! Fuck! Stop hitting me!
I’m gonna call the police!”

“I’ll kill you before they
arrive, you stupid cunt! What did I tell you?! Don’t smoke all my shit when I’m
not here!”

The muffled fight continued as
outside the window, Los Angeles simmered in the late afternoon heat. The hum of
the city penetrated the closed pane: car horns, police sirens, the intermittent
pop-pop of gun fire. From my vantage point, out between two buildings which
seemed disused for decades, spread the horizon of a ghastly urban sprawl
enshrouded in a green film of smog.

It was the first of the month.
Payday for many general relief recipients. In skid row, the police did not dare
venture out at night between the dates of the first to the ninth. It was a mad
house down in the streets. A vast, seething orgy of narcotic and alcoholic
reverie.

During the previous evening
the chaotic carnival had already begun. Around midnight, the skid row cityscape
was aglow with a multitude of bonfires set in metal trash cans or aflame from
discarded furniture and placed at every corner or even in the middle of the
street. The night was a continuous concert of screams, shouts, gunfire mixed
with laughter and blaring music.

And it’s only the second day,
I thought as I took another drag.

Down in the darkening shadows
of that ominous labyrinth, I discreetly observed people shuffle or scurry
about. Thieves, gangsters, prostitutes of both sexes, fags, and the truly
demented sold, haggled, purchased, and congregated in knots with one another
down on the corners and gutters.

From my vantage point, I gazed
down into the alley which adjoined alongside the hotel. It was filthy. Littered
with trash, discarded clothes, fermented body waste. Off to one side was a
large, metal storage unit abandoned by a long lost construction crew.

Next to the storage container
stood a fat black man in a blue track suit. The track suit was grimy and
splotched with patches of white dust. The black man stood motionless, his
pumpkinish head nonchalantly veered back and forth. Yellow tinted eyes hidden
behind dark, wrap-around sunglasses.

A thin, tall white man
strolled past him. The white man, dressed in baggy, denim shorts and a white
t-shirt, was in his late twenties and incorporated the cocky air of one in and
out of prison his entire life. His lanky arms displayed a kaleidoscope of
uninspiring prison tattoos. The white man abruptly stopped, turned, and struck
up an animated conversation with the black man.

The obese man casually chatted
back with a curiously calm expression on his face in contrast to the smiling
and overly gesticulating white man. After five minutes of this, the black man
walked around the side of the storage unit and entered the open door. The white
man curtly scanned up and down the alley with his head and then followed the
black man in.

I continued to slowly drag off
my cigarette as I witnessed the black man squat in front of the white man and
remove his floppy cock from his shorts. The white man’s long penis swung free
as the fat man gruffly jerked on it. In a devouring gulp, the black man slid
the erect penis in his mouth and eagerly stroked up and down the shaft with
blubbery, moist lips. The white man stood with head tossed back and hands
clasped behind his hips.

My eyes glanced over towards
the near corner where the sordid life of the street denizens continued
unaltered. My attention returned to the opening to the storage unit. The white
man held the black man by the back of the head and thrusted roughly into the
gaping mouth. The white man’s face was distorted into a lascivious expression
of pleasure as his tongue hung from his panting mouth. As he rocked
rhythmically up and down on tip-toes to heel, he seemed to whistle silently and
mouth, Yeah.

Without warning or command,
the fat man whirled around, tore down his stretch pants, and offered his
mammoth, bulbous ass up to the lanky white man. The white man quickly spit onto
his palm, lubed the head of his penis, and shoved himself inside. Minutes
passed as the white man rapidly lunged and rutted, grasping onto that huge,
glistening ass. The black man’s ebon face was blank and emotionless as a
well-sedated mental patient as his partner grimaced and sweated in orgasmic
contortions.

Ultimately, the fat man stood
and yanked up his blue sweat pants. With one aggressive stroke of a tattooed
hand, the white man squeezed off and flung the residual semen and slime from
his wilting penis onto the dusty, metal floor of the unit. The white man
promptly dug into his front pocket and placed something into the black man’s
chubby hand.

The moment the white man
disappeared around the near corner, the black man nestled down against the
metal wall of the container. He pulled a scorched glass-stem pipe from a fanny
pack dangling at his side and lit up. Twitchy eyed and ecstatic, he blew
billowing plumes of gray smoke up towards the steel ceiling.

Suddenly, from the room
directly above me, there was a loud thump followed by a crash of shattering
glass. A body of an elderly Hispanic man went careening down past the window
and landed silently onto the alleyway’s asphalt six stories below. I watched in
confused horror as down in the alley, the fat black man nonchalantly gawked at
the twisted body. Slowly at first, he approached the twisted corpse. Then
quickly, he rummaged through the body’s pockets, yanking out a wallet from the
body’s pants, and darted down the alley, vanishing around the corner.

I let out a loud sigh and
squished out the cigarette butt into an overflowing ash tray on the desk. I
walked over and threw myself onto the bed. I lay there staring at the stained
ceiling as from the room next to me, the couple continued arguing and
scuffling.

The human condition. I
thought. I have given up on the human condition. There is no hope for humanity.
None at all.

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